Page 16 of Seven Night Stopover

“Wait.”

“No. I think you’ve made your feelings pretty clear.”

His throat squeezed, the idea of letting her go suddenly unthinkable. “Look, I didn’t mean to string you along. I’m not that kind of guy.”

She cleared her throat, and her mouth lifted and fell in a quick smile. “It’s fine. I’m not what you want. No hard feelings. Let me go, please.”

Words clashed in his head, and emotions crashed through him that he couldn’t name.

She started to lean forward, to rise. Her breath washed over his chin, her scent engulfing him. That drowning sensation plunged him deep again.

“Shit.”

Cupping her face in his hands, he slanted his mouth over hers before she could get up and walk away. One taste, he told himself. One taste and he’d let her go.

She tasted like fucking heaven. Warm, firm and luscious, her mouth melted beneath his, welcomed him with a sigh that snagged on his senses. Jesus, she tasted like all his favorite things condensed into one delectable package. Soft, intoxicating?—

She bit him. Hard.

He jerked back, his pulse tripping over itself in shock. The faint, distinctly acid taste of blood coated his tongue. Reeling, he touched a finger to his mouth. It came away with a spot of bright red.

He stared at her, and she returned his look, grey eyes bold and unwavering.

Certainty crashed through like a clap of thunder.

“Fuck, baby, you just sealed your fate.”

Wide eyes dropped to the cut on his lip and flew back to his. She swallowed. “I didn’t mean?—”

“Yes, you did. You know exactly what you do to me. Which is why I’m keeping you, baby. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

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I’m keeping you…

Leia wasn’t sure whether to be shocked or pleased at the outcome of acting out on that crazy instinct. The shock of finally having Noah King’s mouth on hers had been beyond explosive.

So she’d bitten him.

She’d bitten him!

She stared that the red spot on his finger and watched, mesmerized as he brought it to his mouth and licked it off.

“God, I’m so sorry. I’m not sure what came over?—”

He stopped her words with a forefinger on her mouth. “This time, I’ll take care of it. Next time, you lick it off.”

She gasped at the vivid imagery, and his finger moved to the side of her mouth. Tracing. Exploring. “I… There won’t be a next time.”

“Yes, there will,” he stated. His tongue snuck out and soothed the tiny cut on his lower lip. Savored it.

The intensely sensual action spiked fire between her legs. Her panties grew damper, her clit throbbing incessantly against the seam of her leather pants. She moved in the seat, desperate to alleviate the discomfort.

His gaze dropped between her legs and darted back to her face. “You’ll bite me whenever I tell you to. And I’ll bite you right there, between your legs.”

“I’m not a biter,” she said in a rush.

“You’ve just proven otherwise. You’ve made me so hard I can’t see straight.”

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